Butt Why?
Do you think you have some kind of right,
To pollute my lungs and the world all around,
This belief that the earth is a personal ashtray,
Is a view that only serves to confound.
Hey!
I am eating lunch, if you could just stop to notice,
And I ordered chicken, not nicotine smoke,
While you think your addiction is harmless,
I don't recall asking for soot in my Coke.
Can you hear me, I'm coughing in misery,
And if you had even an ounce of concern you'd repair,
If you need it so badly then swallow it,
Then at least you might save me from this smoky despair.
You smokers care so little for the environment you clutter,
How many butts from car windows can you toss with so little regard,
And if not that, you just flick them wherever,
As if my lawn was a place to dispose and discard.
So stop!
The rest of us are sickened by your pathetic addiction,
And we suffer in ill-health and the destruction you've wrought,
The hazards you bring to life all around you,
Are increased with each pack you have bought.
Copyright SGW 1997
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2 comments:
Thanx. I think chicken chose me, though, as, if memory serves, I was eating a chicken sandwich when a smoker got on my nerves at one point in the mental framing of this poem. The best thing we ever did in NJ was make smoking illegal in all bars and restaurants. I consider it a form of child abuse when parents smoke at home.
I would go to bars here and not even drink, but then I would leave and be physically ill. It was almost like an allergic reaction to cigarettes.
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